Poetry: No Happier Days (2005)

One of these happy days
I’m going to have to sit down and figure you out
My whole life is in a haze
Your sweet promises whirling around in my head
My heart is all ablaze
I know I’m burning up for you and yours

Just give me some time
To sit and think this through
You know we’ve got all the time in the world
So don’t rush me please
I’ll see this to the end
I don’t have a prayer
Unless you let me sleep

There isn’t a single thing about this poem that’s ironic. Written six years ago? Not ironic. No, really. Not ironic — no coincidence, nothing. I just wrote it. Don’t read anything into it. Now go out into the world and be happy people.